The Cell Phones is tremendously manic. Just dumb in frenzy. Like I wonder if they might medal in a Bottle Schizophrenia in Song contest.
I remember listening to these guys sometime last year — probably when Hospital Spaceship was released or thereabouts — and, regrettably, passing. It anyway reveals how music taste might evolve as it feels about right to record some thoughts tonight about year-old songs.
Some days ago I scampered across their band name somewhere, lifted my head to the sky and did one of those now what was it about The Cell Phones that bugged me a year ago? When I couldn’t remember, I got Hospital Spaceship going and then let it run a few times. It’s some of the best 11 minutes you’ll spend today.
“Tuesday” highlights. It epitomizes Cell Phone dementia by switching momentum every few seconds. In those initial listens I tried gathering my sonic bearings and failed making sense of the movements. It’s overwhelming. “Tuesday” thrashes about like lawless mess.
The same is true of “Lyrical,” which, with its boop she-doos, carries thin hints of ’60s girl group. (The salute of yore continues more strongly in “Husband.”)
Give these a try:
- The Chicago-based Cell Phones is Lindsey Charles (vocals), Justin Purcell (drums) and Ryan Szeszycki (bass). | Facebook
- Purchase Hospital Spaceship EP. Five bucks (or more). | Bandcamp
- They’ve got some locals upcoming: September 22 at Cal’s; October 6 at Quenchers.
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